Alone with My Broken Heart...

For what crime am I being punished; why must I suffer the loneliness of a thousand aching hearts? No longer can I think clearly for my vision is blurred by this excruciating agony I feel; no longer can I work to my previous standards because my mind has turned dull as a result of numbing my pain. I cannot live with my heartache, but I cannot live without it -- I know not how to. All I know is that my pain keeps me alive - it is a torturous life, yes -- but a life nonetheless; I am alive, barely. The only problem is: I am unsure as to how long I can cling onto the false hope of finding love, and once that hope is gone, what reason do I have to continue living?